Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Anitha
Thampi,
a Malayalam poet recited her poem called Ezhuthu,
or Writing. These lines stand out: The
strands of hair/ drip like a tree/ in the rain

Anupama
Raju, a young poet and corporate educator from Thiruvananthapuram
recited her poem, No Borders, which begins:

Poems
sit on walls.

Moss-covered
words fall gently

on
my neighbour's page.

Carlos
Aganzo. Carlos is a Spanish
poet. He recited in Spanish a poem whose title (Oda
al color amarillo)
translated to English is Ode to Yellow Colour. It is a
poem which brings beauty, joy and hope on
rainy days.

Clara
Janés was born in 1940 in Barcelona, and is a well-known poet and
translator. She recited, or rather sang a poem which has only a few
prominent syllables: amor,
ver, vivir, morir,
which are the words for love, to see, to live, and to die. She sang

Amor,
mor, moriAmor, morati, morate

Amor, amoreEvivaAmor,
ver

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Anitha
Thampi (born 1968) is a Malayalam poet with two collections of poetry
to her credit. Her first book, Muttamatikkumbol
(Sweeping the Courtyard), published in 2004, was chosen as “the
best poetry book of the year” by the influential Malayalam
newspaper, Mathrubhumi.
Her second collection, Azhakillathavayellam
(All that are bereft of beauty) was published in 2010 after a span of
seven years. In 2007, her Malayalam translations of Australian poet
Les Murray were published in a bilingual edition. You can read more
about her
athttp://www.poetryinternational.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php?obj_id=19137

She
recited her poem called Ezhuthu, or Writing. These lines stand
out: The strands of hair/ drip like a tree/ in the rain

Here
is the English translation:

Writing

Bathing,

the
water stopped

all
of a sudden

Whistling,

the
water in the rusted pipe

came
to a stop

Dripping,

the
body shivered,

naked

Stretching

through
the window

its
fingers,

a
shivering wind

For
a moment

I
felt like

being
cold.

And
off flew

the
garment

of
wetness.

Draped

in
a wild summer,

I
forgot

modesty.

The
strands of hair

drip
like a tree

in
the rain.

From
memory

they
write

on
the body

just
a line

or

two

with
water.

Anupama
Raju

Here's
a poem she recited, this young poet and corporate educator from
Thiruvananthapuram.No Borders

1. Poems
sit on walls.

Moss-covered
words fall gently

on
my neighbour's page.

2. That
yellow page has wings.

Van
Gogh blue plumes fly across

seas
named in old books.

3. I
travel with those

books
inside metal boxes

dancing
on shy waves.

4. Waves
lick distant shores,

land
of a virgin language

looking
for my tongue.

5. My
tongue speaks mango

words,
yellow with ripe meanings.

Drip
into islands.

6. Islands
float, brushing

against
each other without

passports.
No limits.

7. No
limits here. Where

suns
dip into syllables,

orange
clouds hitch-hike.

8. Clouds,
budget travellers

seeking
summer tan under

sun-dried
similes.

9. Similes
wave from

a
passing ship that sails to

those
empty countries.

10.
Empty countries wait.

Bowls
that long for fish swimming

across
language lakes.

11.
I become a lake

but
no lotus blooms in here

only
poems of yore.

12.
My poems sit on walls

watch
over neighbours, countries.

Poems
have no borders.

Carlos
Aganzo

Carlos
is a Spanish poet. He recited in Spanish a poem whose title (Oda
al color amarillo)
translated to English is Ode to Yellow Colour. It is a
poem which brings beauty, joy and hope on
rainy days.

Clara
Janés

She
was born in 1940 in Barcelona, and is a well-known poet and
translator. She recited, or rather sang a poem which has only a few
prominent syllables amor,
ver, vivir, morir,
which are the words for love, to see, to live, and to die. She sang

Amor,
mor, moriAmor, morati, morate

Amor, amoreEvivaAmor,
ver

etc.

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